It is like a pit in my upper stomach. ICk! But amid the ache I have made some important discoveries. I have come to realize that the BRAT diet (bananas, rice, applesauce, toast) prescribed to me by my doctor although probably effective drives peope, mainly me, insane.
The evidence is clear: after watching countless episodes of Next Top Model in Britain and Mexico (although I do not speak Spanish... yet) I became utterly and obsessively concerned with exactly what was in those little suckers. I am referring to of course the chocolates inside the heart shaped box that I received for Valentine's Day. Restrained from eating them, they took up all of my thoughts. How could I make a choice (when I got the a-okay) that was both delicious and speedy? Ah ha! I got out a knife and surgically split all the chocolates left in half.
But if you are still not convinced: Then, seeing the board game Clue already out on the dining room table, I began to play by myself with two friendly teddy bears.
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| Notice how they are sitting on couch, chair and walking in? I love rearranging the people in all the rooms! |
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| tux wanted to play, but when he plays he ends up eating the people and weapons, so he has been forever banned. |
Oh and could I mention a few other things?
I do not have bananas or any made rice so I am more on the AT diet.
I had a horrible dream a night or two ago about a large meatball of death and then woke up with a stomach ache.
The same night I had another dream where a 2nd grade teacher forced her students to eat huge disgusting bowls of ice cream, they begged me to help them. But when I did.... you guessed it... I woke up with a horrible stomach ache.
Tux won't go outside, because I think he is more of the quiet poetic type then the fighting type and I saw another cat out there. Plus its below freezing
I lost at the Clue game I played against those teddy bears. - please don't rub it in... I am very sensitive about it.
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